Close by the leapers is another stretch of yellow sand
reserved for the quoit throwers. The contestants here are slightly
older,—stalwart young men who seem, as they fling the heavy bronze
discus, to be reaching out eagerly into the fullness of life and fortune
before them. Very graceful are the attitudes. Here it was the sculptor
Miron saw his "Discobolus" which he immortalized and gave to all the
later world; "stooping down to take aim, his body turned in the
direction of the hand which holds the quoit, one knee slightly bent as
though he meant to vary the posture and to rise with the throw."[7]
The caster, however, does not make his attempt standing. He takes a
short run, and then the whole of his splendid body seems to spring
together with the cast.